Duma shut the door behind his brother and smiled at the tea tray. How thoughtful! He gave Azrael a peck on the cheek, having always been a little more physically affectionate considering the way he communicated and reached to take the tray from the other man. Then he gestured with his chin towards Yves, who had a golden tag dangling from a bright orange collar to indicate who the cat was.
Yves was just perched in the one place, eyes narrowed into that relaxed state and continually purring like a beast even as his owner settled the tea tray on the coffee table. Duma started moving his book keeping then, organizing it all into a neat little pile. Yes, that was good. King of Manners, he poured both cups though he also didn't know how Azrael took his tea. Instead, he focused on his own - a bit of honey rather than sugar and a splash of milk. Mix it all up and it was perfect.